Just for Tonight

I don’t know your name, but as we fall on to my bed,.... I don’t care.
The headboard, not being attached, bangs against the wall
- music to my ears.
Your hands are so strong that when you lift me I feel as though
Somehow my broken wings are guiding you.

Ivory skin flashes in the moon light – I can’t see your face.

As my head falls back I feel your hands brush my waste,
You’re not giving any signs of stopping.

Tongue over flesh,
Under clothes,
Between thighs,
Mouth on neck,
Warm air on cheek,…